D. Moonfire @dmoonfire@octodon.social

Raging Alone 9: Birthday #Action #YoungAdult #Patreon #OneDollarPatreon
https://fedran.com/raging-alone/chapter-09/

On his birthday, Desòchu is stilling alone on the edge of the cliff remembering his mother. But what will happen when someone arrives to dredge up the forbidden thoughts?

This morning, I banned YouTube from the TV because I was so *tired* of watching Temple Run before work. So the kids picked Bolt and I realized where my inspiration for Maris's mother came from: I gave Mamgum Bolt's Super Bark. https://fedran.com/flight-of-the-scions/chapter-06/

Poem - Ageless and Invulnerable
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/18/poem/

For the eighteenth day of National Poetry Month, I present a little poem about being immortal. Remarkably, I'm not fond of immortals as a theme.

Raging Alone 9: Birthday
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/18-raging-alone-09/

On his birthday, Desòchu is stilling alone on the edge of the cliff remembering his mother. But what will happen when someone arrives to dredge up the forbidden thoughts?

Poem - I Am Shadows
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/17/poem/

For National Poetry Month, I present another poem for day seventeen: I Am Shadows. This is a little piece about assassins using shadow magic.

Poem - Drifting Thoughts
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/16/poem/

On the sixteenth day of April, I present another poem for National Poetry Month. Today we have a little piece about high society and telepathy.

Poem - Damn the Sands
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/15/poem/

There are three parts to the so-called war between the sun and moon clans: Mifúno. Mifúno is the personification of the desert, kind of a combination of bad luck and death combined into one.

Poem - The Desert Sleeps
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/14/poem/

On the fourtheenth days of April, I present another poem for National Poetry Month. Today, the poem is about the conflict between Tachìra and Chobìre, the source of most clan's magic. This also ties into the creation myth for the north western part of the desert.

Poem - Hush Child
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/13/poem/

On the thirteenth day of National Poetry Month, I have a little lullaby. I like cadence poetry a lot more than rhyming. In this case, you have 2/3/3/3 syllable pattern. It also fits the pattern I sing to my kids when they are feeling sick.

Poem - He Said Yes!
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/12/poem/

For a little sweetness, I wrote a little poem about a trans girl finding a boyfriend. I figured it was a good unicorn chaser to yesterday's poem but also because there are parts of my world that is accepting of trans and queers.

Poem - Burnt Hills and Embers
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/11/poem/

I've organized much of my planned <a href="https://fedran.com/ideas/">ideas</a> for future novels and stories around three phases related to a world war that marks the passage of <a href="https://fedran.com/">Fedran</a> from a world of magic to one of industry and steampunk.

Raging Alone 8: Trapped
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/11-raging-alone-08/

Desòchu's friends try to get him a night away from his brother to relax and have fun, but will his obligations keep him stuck at home, alone with his brother?

Poem - Soft Browns
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/10/poem/

For the ninth day of National Poetry Month, I wrote a little poem about racism.

Poem - Black Skinned Monsters
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/09/poem/

For the ninth day of National Poetry Month, I wrote a little poem about racism.

Raging Alone 8: Trapped #Action #YoungAdult #Patreon #OneDollarPatreon
https://fedran.com/raging-alone/chapter-08/

Desòchu's friends try to get him a night away from his brother to relax and have fun, but will his obligations keep him stuck at home, alone with his brother?

Poem - Inscribing the Rune
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/08/poem/

On the eighth day of National Poetry Month, I return to one of my favorite topics: crafting.

Poem - A Stranger
https://d.moonfire.us/blog/2019/04/07/poem/

For the seventh day of National Poetry Month, I have a little one about <a href="Body integrity dysphoria">body integrity dysphoria</a> or the feeling like a limb doesn't belong to yourself.

... I don't like myself twenty years ago. Because I was frustrated with my inability to draw maps, I wrote an entire framework to create fractal maps from source files. So if I want to see this map again, I have to either find the source or figure out how to fake it.

Later... and some painful soft linking to make the hard-coded paths work from a binary backup made ten years ago (Java is/was awesome).

Maybe Past Dylan wasn't too insane.

Last one. My old Blender images inspired by the movie Hackers, which is awesome and the sole reason I botched my wedding vows (the movie, not the images).

Of course, that was also in the time when I created this little display of my artistic style. This was based on a series of games I found on Newsground and I liked the disconnected hands and feet so much I did a 20-strip web comic for it.